I'M SORRY

I'm sorry I hurt you,

that I fell out of favor.

It wasn't my intention,

I didn't feel like I was in a good place.

It's paradoxical to feel at home,

in a space that is not safe.

All I need is to speak the truth,

voice my needs boldly and courageously.

Received with an open heart,

my words sharp stings of pain.

Though for me this is art,

a break from an ancient game.

My art to express the repressed, 

my urge to be free.

Free to be myself.

Free to be myself.

Yes, I'm free to speak up.

and to push you away,

with my words full of sorrow, 

childhood trauma and pain.

But what felt free, now I see,

It's a firewall of protection. 

I'm not free to be myself,

My inner child needs affection.

And it moves me to tears,

to see you stay.

You just sit here and hold me, 

while you're also in pain.

We are two wounded children.

on a journey to learn,

what it means to be loved

without a worry.

And I thank you for loving 

all my demons and light.

I think it's time to let go 

of my fears and this fight.

© 2023 | Annabelle Bini | September 2, 2023